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“Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.”
— Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
“Domestic Scene, Los Angeles” (ca. 1963) ∿ David Hockney
you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid
In an article published by Time magazine in August of 1967 reviewing Judy Garland's concert engagement at the Palace Theatre in New York, an unnamed, presumably straight male staff writer made a number of sneering, dismissive and withering comments about Judy's large gay fan base, stating that a "disproportionate part of her nightly claque seems to be homosexual" and dubbing them "the boys in tight trousers" who "roll their eyes, tear at their hair and practically levitate from their seats" when Judy sang. The author even consulted psychiatrists to try to understand why Garland appealed to gay men, ludicrously concluding that "she has survived so many problems; homosexuals identify with that kind of hysteria. Judy was beaten up by life, embattled, and ultimately had to become more masculine. She has the power that homosexuals would like to have, and they attempt to attain it by idolizing her." In a similar article about Garland's 1967 Palace engagement, author William Goldman wrote in Esquire magazine that her audience was mostly "fags, who flit by chattering inanely", adding "if homosexuals have an enemy, it is age. And Garland is youth, perennially, over the rainbow. Homosexuals tend to identify with suffering. They are a persecuted group and they understand suffering. And so does Garland. She's been through the fire and lived – all the drinking and divorcing, all the pills and all the men, all the poundage come and gone – brothers and sisters, she knows."
During an interview with Chicago Sun-Times columnist and talk show host Irv Kupcinet later in 1967, Kupcinet bluntly asked Judy about her "homosexual" admirers in response to the Time and Esquire articles. Judy's progressive answer was pointed and very protective of her gay fans: "For so many years, I've been misquoted and rather brutally treated by the press, but I'll be ~damned~ if I like to have my audience mistreated!" It's very much worth noting that Judy's father, Frank Gumm, struggled with his homosexuality before he died in 1935, and of Judy's five husbands, three of them were gay or bisexual (Vincente Minnelli, Mark Herron and Mickey Deans). Roger Edens, her early musical mentor at MGM, was a gay man, as were many other men she worked with, dated, or enjoyed friendships with during her lifetime. Judy also discovered acclaimed gay Australian singer, songwriter and entertainer Peter Allen when he was performing with Chris Bell as "The Allen Brothers" in Hong Kong in 1964; Garland introduced him to her daughter Liza Minnelli, and Peter became Liza's first husband in 1967. Following Judy's tragic passing from an overdose of sleeping pills in London on June 22nd, 1969 at the untimely age of 47, her gay fan-base was heartbroken. Garland's funeral was held in New York on June 27th, 1969 after a public viewing which saw 22,000 grieving fans file past her glass-topped casket at Campbell's Funeral Home. Later that night, in the early hours after midnight, the infamous police raid at the Stonewall Inn gay bar in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Lower Manhattan took place. Model, interior designer and Andy Warhol protégé Jay Johnson (who was groped and assaulted by Judy's last husband Mickey Deans when he worked as a waiter at the Manhattan discothèque Arthur, which Deans managed) later stated in a 2019 article for the arts, fashion, architecture and travel webzine Surface entitled Stonewall Then and Now: Leading Artists and Designers Reflect on the Stonewall Uprising on the 50th anniversary of the riots: "When the police raided the Stonewall, people were grieving Judy's death—and the raid was the straw that broke the camel’s back. By the time of the riots, I was an out homosexual and enjoying the fruits of the city. I really believe that there was a correlation between the police’s action and Judy’s death. The Stonewall changed it all, and the gay presence became very visible, very quickly in New York." The term "friend of Dorothy", used by many to identify as gay/lesbian/bisexual, is directly linked to the lgbtq+ community's enduring respect, love, and admiration for Judy Garland by honoring her character's name in the 1939 MGM musical The Wizard of Oz. In addition to commemorating the Stonewall riots and the start of the gay rights movement, it's no small coincidence that Pride Month in many parts of the world is celebrated in June, the same month in which Garland was both born and passed away. Remembering the legendary Judy Garland... June 10th, 1922 - June 22nd, 1969 🌈💖🏳️🌈
Photo of Judy by Ernst Haas, taken at Garland's first Palace Theatre engagement in 1951.
Farewell to Spring (Keisuke Kinoshita, 1959)
Yusuke Kawazu and Mashiko Tsugawa in Farewell to Spring
Cast: Keiji Sada, Midori: Ineko Arima, Masahiko Tsugawa, Akira Ishihama, Toyozo Yamamoto, Kazuya Kosaka, Yusuke Kawazu, Yukiko Toake. Screenplay: Keisuke Kinoshita. Cinematography: Hiroshi Kusuda. Art direction: Chiyoo Umeda. Film editing: Yoshi Sugihara. Music: Chuji Kinoshita.
The homoerotic edge of Farewell to Spring is obvious from the outset as five old friends reunite to discover the ways in which life has changed them: The young men seem more touchy-feely than is usual in movies, especially Japanese ones. But director-writer Keisuke Kinoshita, who was himself as openly gay as possible in the Japan of his day, doesn’t develop or exploit this bit of queerness. Instead, he’s intent on exploring moral questions and social relationships: arranged marriages, the weight of Japanese history, political and economic change, and the choice whether to rat upon an old friend when it turns out that the friend has gone bad. Like many of Kinoshita’s films, it ladles on emotion in the form of music – some of it composed by his brother, Chuji – rather than letting the story carry the emotional freight.
And her sister Phthalo Blue, another slam dunk for copper!
Don't forget about her distant cousin, Tyrian Purple
life got a whole lot easier for me once i realised i don’t have to explain my complicated relationship with gender to anyone. i don’t have to agonise over finding the perfect label. i don’t have to torture myself over how i’m trans, how i’m gay, what it all makes me, if i’m doing it right, how it translates to my relationship, what others think. being queer in a way that is unique to me, that ebbs and flows and is nobody else’s business has freed me more than anything fucking else.
listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it's supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think
Okay as much as I dunk on academia one thing I really need you all to take from me right now is this: you can read The Problematic Theory Book. you should, fundamentally, always, read the fucking source. You do not have to approach the source context-less, but you should be prepared to read it and make a genuine attempt to comprehend what the argument is without resorting to performatively dunking on it (yes, I get a bit silly with it when I liveblog, but I do actually do my best to understand what's being said. I don't like it when queer theory is bad? I thought it was supposed to help people). If you can't make a genuine effort to comprehend the text, then if the text truly has bad takes, you won't be able to adequately argue against why Thing Bad besides "well thing bad!!" you need to be able to construct a fucking argument. You need to be able to create a framework your worldview is built on. You need clarity of mind. Another thing ALSO alongside this is sometimes you will read The Problematic Theory Book and you will see things that you agree with. You will see analysis in there that has potential. This is actually super normal and something people do in academia is that they identify these nuggets of Actually Good / Potential Filled Takes and they try to expand upon them. Salvaging the potential of Problematic Theory Book does not mean that you implicitly agree with Problematic Theory Book in its original entirety. It means you saw someone going somewhere, saw them swerve into a fucking tree, and went to yourself, "okay, well, they were on the highway before this, so let me try and see if I can steer the car in the right direction. Let me see if I can try and use the work they laid the foundations for and build something actually revolutionary upon it, or otherwise use it for my own, better, more intentionally progressive and inclusive theory." Like, that's actually one thing that academia does that is good. you have to be in conversation with past work and you have to be able to see when an author was saying some shit that had potential, and identify where they fucked up and where they might've had something, and then build on it. you can't reinvent Ur-Theory from base principles in a vacuum and expect it to be good. you can't create theory that is Morally Pure Only Based On Works You've Deemed Morally Pure because that too is a vacuum, and at that point you're treating theory and like, science, as a fucking religion. It's not a religion. You are not going to go to hell if Judith Butler or Andrea Dworkin or bell hooks or Kimberlé Crenshaw, like, breathe on you the wrong way. You can read people who you fully disagree with, understand that at some points they may have been cooking, understand that at other points they were Absolutely Not Fucking Cooking, and try to see what you can take from their work and how you can create something that is NOT a recreation of the original fucking thing but, like, your own new thing that attempts to address real world issues. stop being afraid of The Big Evil Bad Book or suggesting that people shouldn't fucking read books. read the fucking book. engage. be an academic about it, goddamnit.
also conversely stop treating some books like the bible,
This is very correct and actually generalizes outside political theories. The further back you go in any field, the more you're going to deal with the fact that the people who originally had a really clever, useful idea also had a bunch of ideas that were ass.
For instance, Isaac Newton basically laid the foundations of physics and also thought he was chosen by God to interpret prophecies from the Bible, and dedicated significant effort to this.
For some reason, learning about force and acceleration doesn't make people learning physics today scrounge the Book of Revelation for prophecies!
The original flag, by Gilbert Baker, June 25, 1978.
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i cannot overstate how good it feels to watch older movies where the actors were still allowed to look kinda weird and not be conventionally attractive. like it is genuinely healing
The world is oftentimes such an ugly place, but sometimes it can be so beautiful.
Like, when two choirs, one from Croatia and the other from Zimbabwe, met on the opposite sides of a Lisbon subway station and both sang to each other.
I unfortunately do not know what the Zimbabwe children choir sang to them (although it was so beautiful), but the Croatian klapa Kastav sang 'Kuća puna naroda' (a house full of people).
And let my reward be a house full of people, my life, give me a voice, so I can embrace you with songs.
Video source: Irena Grdinić
The song the Zimbabwean choir sang is called Indodana!
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